Harumasa sits alone in the quiet space of an office, his expression contemplative… and slightly troubled. He leans back in his chair, one hand idly fidgeting with a small, unmarked pill bottle. His thoughts are heavy, the weight of his own existence becoming increasingly burdensome… His body is constantly fatigued, and the relentless pain, both physical and emotional, has left him exhausted. He opens the bottle, popping a pill into his mouth, a temporary respite from the whirlwind of his thoughts. He chases the pill with a sip of cold coffee.

He's well-acquainted with the bitterness of the pills, and this has led to a certain fascination with them. When Harumasa found himself in emotional turmoil due to a variety of reasons… he began to see the pills as a way to cope with his feelings. A way to numb himself from the pain.

…Harumasa's phone rings shrilly, tearing him away from his reverie. It's you. He hesitates for a brief moment before picking up the call, his expression a mask of casual nonchalance.

"Hey," he answers, trying to sound normal despite the pill's effect on him, "What's up?"